Ladies' Night Out
by
Ally
DISCLAIMERS: Do you really want them after I'm through with 'em? I have to warn you, there'll be MAJOR trauma-induced psychiatric assistance needed.
FEEDBACK: I live off of it. Just gimme gimme gimme!
ARCHIVE: WRFA, XMMFFA, Otherwise ask.
A/N: I blame my own mind and Furball, my wonderful muse. She's a doll sometimes. And she lives for stuff like this. Thanks, Jenn-jenn, for saying this was cute. Kinda cliche-ful, but I've tried to keep that to a minimum. Fanon is definitely observed here.
"We really need you guys to do this. It is for charity, after all."
Those are fourteen words every X-Man at Xavier's has come to hate and fear. Would you like to know why? I'm sure you would. Most of you are women. You'll love this. Sadists.
We were just minding our business, relaxing on the back patio, when they came up to us. The angels that inhabit this huge old place, the shining lights in a dark world whom we worship daily. Of course, we've each got our favorites, but we know they're all pretty damn special.
At least, we thought they were. That was before the evil little minxes decided to destroy every semblance of dignity we men might have once possessed.
They appeared so innocent. My own particular darling came over, sat on my lap and took a long drink of my beer. Nothing wrong with that in my book. Watching those lips close over the bottle's mouth and pull at the liquid inside... yeah, that's all good. I'm sure she did it to make my brain go fuzzy. Which it does around her anyway.
"Hey, sugar," she whispered in my ear. Didn't mind that one bit, especially since she leaned into me at the same time and pressed those beautifully full breasts into my chest. I have to admit it made me growl, nice and low like I know she likes it. She smiled. I didn't see the determination in her eyes or I would've been scared. Whenever my Marie gets determined, there's usually hell to pay - one way or another.
"What were you ladies up to?" Scott asked around Jean, who was in his lap. That should've made us suspicious. Jean isn't one for public displays of affection on a normal day. Under normal circumstances. But we were all pretty much blinded by the loveliness surrounding us.
"Well, we had a terrific idea for a fundraiser for the Orphanage, and we wanted to hash it out alone first," Marie replied, squeezing me around the shoulders and smiling down at me. She was referring to the orphanage for obviously mutant children, which Professor Xavier started two years ago. It was going pretty well, but the roof and some of the walls were going to need work soon, and so money had to be raised somehow.
Scott, St. John, Bobby and I should have been scared. We really should have been. I mean, they had discussed a plan without us. That meant they hadn't decided to include us for a specific reason. Of course, we didn't think about that then.
"What's the deal, then?" I asked, naively thinking they were going to hold a bake sale or something like that.
"Well, we thought we'd host a sort of 'Ladies' Night Out' here at the School. You know, get a band to play for free and invite all of the really rich women from the surrounding towns to come and par-tay!" Jubilee said from her place cuddle up against St. John.
That didn't sound too bad, but I was starting to get a sinking feeling. Ladies' Night Out. I'd heard some things from women I'd known over the years. That sort of thing always had a main event or two that really got the women involved all hot and excited. Usually involving men. Uh-oh.
"You know, you can't have a Ladies' Night Out without a few really fun things to do. And we decided that you guys should be able to help us out here!" Kitty said cheerfully. She grinned down at Bobby, whose shoulders she was rubbing expertly. I could tell from five feet away. Marie was even observing her technique, before she turned to give me the same kind of grin.
Can I just mention that I do not trust Kitty when she gets cheerful? I firmly believe those stories about very friendly, nice people who crack and go on killing sprees. Not that I think killing sprees are all that bad in certain cases. As long as I'm not a target. And the people I care about aren't targets.
"Umm... how?" St. John ventured. I guess Jubilee wasn't doing a good enough job clouding his mind or something. Although, come to think of it, Marie was still making me hot, but I now had my mind fixed firmly on the conversation at hand. I really wanted to know the answer to that question.
It was Marie's turn again, apparently. She leaned down and said with a small pout on those delicious looking lips, "We want to give the old girls a special treat, sugar. You're all so sexy, so very well built and," she licked her lips, "open-minded that we thought you'd agree to help us out." My girl is one for twisting you up in what she's saying before actually getting to the point. At least when she wants her way.
"We're planning to have a wet t-shirt contest." Jubilee is less subtle. Much less. "We want you guys to be the contestants."
Okay, that got me out of the haze Marie had started to create in my head. "Contestants?"
I guess it woke up the other X-Men, too. "In a wet t-shirt contest?" Scott asked. "With a bunch of old ladies as the judges?" St. John chipped in. "At the School?" Bobby. Always the by-the-books boy.
"They won't all be old!" Jean said huffily. I think she was offended because a lot of the women they were suggesting inviting would probably be in her age range.
Uh-oh. In all of their age ranges. Good going, St. John. I just loved the way they were glaring at us all.
"Still, I don't want to go up in front of a bunch of women and let them judge my body!" I reminded myself to thank Bobby for bringing the topic of conversation back to the important part and nodded in complete support.
My Marie, though, she's smart. "Logan, sugar, you're not afraid, are you? I mean, I know that you're a little out of shape, since you haven't been cage fighting in the last few years. Do you really think you've let your body go that much?" she asked me sweetly, running a hand down my chest. My bare chest. Damn. For the first time I almost hate the fact that learned to control her abilities a year ago.
"Afraid?" I asked. This time my growl was threatening. I know it was. But she didn't back down.
"I know Scott, Bobby and Johnny've been working out, but you really don't think they're more built than you are, do you, sugar?" she whispered in my ear. I tried so hard to listen to what she was saying instead of concentrating on how I could feel her breathe against my ear and that felt so good...
"They're not," I said shortly, pulling Marie more tightly against me. She'd better not be thinking that. Dammit.
"Of course they're not, Logan. Wouldn't it be fun to find out what other women think, though? You know, I'm kinda biased here," she said a little more loudly, one hand playing with my hair.
I gave her an incredulous look. "You want me to show off in front of other women? Okay, who are you and what have you done with my Marie? If I remember right, the last time you caught some women ogling me, you nearly sent her down to the medlab. And that was 'Ro, last summer," I said. Definitely couldn't believe this one.
Marie just smiled down at me and traced my lips with her index finger. Which, of course, made me remember what that hand was doing when I woke up this morning, which immediately got me hard. She could feel it, I knew, because her smile got wider, like it does just before she strips down in our bedroom and...
"But it's for charity, Logan," she purred, and I forgot all about what that smile meant.
Damn. The woman just would not let up. And she had used that damn phrase.
"You remember Sarah, don't you?" she asked, her eyes going all big and soft and misty. Oh, god, Sarah. The little four-year-old whose parents had abandoned her in a warehouse in Detroit when they decided they couldn't stand that their little girl had blue hair and pale gold skin - all natural, no dyes or paints necessary. I remembered the way she'd clung to Marie and me, and I was even considering having a talk with Marie to discuss... no, I knew I shouldn't think about that 'cause then I might weaken my resolve a little. There were so many kids at the Orphanage...
"It's not like Scooter, St. John, Bobby and I couldn't fix it all ourselves," I growled out. I completely contradicted my bad-ass tone by rubbing little circles in the small of her back.
"Where would you get the materials? The Prof's already said that his sponsors can't help as much with the Orphanage as they do with the School. It's a lot more publicly pro-mutant, and that scares a lot of them. Not to mention that some of them invest in the School because we teach mutants whose abilities are already showing. It's apparent that the kids at the Orphanage will be mutants, but they're not yet. Of course, that only makes sense in the sponsors' minds, if you ask me," Jubilee said huffily.
I looked around and saw that the other women had been trying to work their men into giving them what they wanted, too. There was just something so wrong about that. Somehow. I'd have protested if Marie wasn't returning the favor from earlier and rubbing her hand up and down my stomach. Oh, yeah. I liked that.
"A wet t-shirt contest, though?" Bobby protested weakly from around Kitty, who was twining herself around him.
"Oh, yeah. You'll be a big hit," Jean said, smiling serenely around at us.
There was something else that was just wrong about this.
"Wait a second. When are you four planning this thing? 'Cause if the Cajun and 'Ro aren't back from their honeymoon so that he can join in the fun, I'm not even going to consider it," I said. There, that oughta work. I was sure I remembered that 'Ro and Remy wanted to extend their little trip to Africa at least a week or two.
"They'll be back in two days, Logan. We're giving you one more day than that. Jean already let 'Ro know our plans," my Marie informed me. Damn. I guess that they've been gone longer than I thought.
"Look, I'm tired and wanna head to bed. You comin', sugar?" Marie asked me.
I love it when she used little double entendres like that. "'Course I am, darlin'," I said. She stood up and pulled me up as well.
Everyone was grinning at us, but was it my fault that my girl has a big appetite - and not for food? I heard Scott mutter something about having way too little time on our hands and grinned when Jean whispered something suggestive to him. It's fun, having these super sensitive senses of mine sometimes.
It was when we were just about to slip into the house through the big French doors that Jean uttered those horrifying, dignity crushing words.
"Remember, guys, we really need you to do this. It is for charity, after all."
I groaned and Marie laughed. But at least I was going to get sex. Soon. At the time I thought it was the most important thing I could concentrate on.
I was so dead wrong.
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